I am sitting   In the morning   At the diner   On the corner      I am waiting   At the counter   For the man   To pour the coffee      And he fills it   Only halfway   And before   I even argue      He is looking   Out the window   At somebody   Coming in      "It is always   Nice to see you"   Says the man   Behind the counter      To the woman   Who has come in   She is shaking   Her umbrella      And I look   The other way   As they are kissing   Their hellos      I'm pretending   Not to see them   And instead   I pour the milk      I open   Up the paper   There's a story   Of an actor      Who had died   While he was drinking   It was no one   I had heard of      And I'm turning   To the horoscope   And looking   For the funnies      When I'm feeling   Someone watching me   And so   I raise my head      There's a woman   On the outside   Looking inside   Does she see me?      No she does not   Really see me   'Cause she sees   Her own reflection      And I'm trying   Not to notice   That she's hitching   Up her skirt      And while she's   Straightening her stockings   Her hair   Has gotten wet      Oh, this rain   It will continue   Through the morning   As I'm listening      To the bells   Of the cathedral   I am thinking   Of your voice...      And of the midnight picnic   Once upon a time   Before the rain began...      I finish up my coffee   It's time to catch the train